LITTLE GIRL STOPPED ME ON THE STREET AND SAID, “YOUR PICTURE IS IN MY MOM’S WALLET!” — WHEN I SAW HER MOM, I ONLY MANAGED TO SAY, “HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?”
I arrived in a small seaside town to relax. My sister insisted it was the perfect spot—beautiful beaches, great for surfing, and never too crowded. On a morning run, I was stopped by a small girl in one of the quiet streets. Mister, wait! Mister! I know you! she called, running up to…
